Andy ran pretty much all the way to the hospital, earning weird looks from any other people on the streets, although it was around ten at night and there weren't very many people out. He ran through the automatic doors, which (again) seemed to take far too long for Andy. He calmed down and walked to the front desk. People continued to stare at him; many of them were the same people that were in the emergency room before.
Andy looked around nervously as the receptionist looked for Ashley's records.
"We don't have a name yet, but this sounds like the man you're searching for. Fractured ribs and nose?" She asked, looking Andy up and down.
Andy nodded. "Yes, that's him."
"Could you give us a name for him, by any chance?" She asked.
"Ashley. Ashley Purdy. Here's his license." Andy had seen Ashley's license on the ground at the scene and had shoved it into his pants pocket. Luckily, he remembered to bring it with him when he came back to the hospital. He handed the card to the nurse, who handed it to another nurse, who nodded.
"Is he stable? Can I see him?" Andy asked, still worried about Ashley, but he knew that he was getting the care he needed here.
"Yes, he's stable. He's in room 23; down the hallway, to the right, and I think it's either the fourth or fifth door on the left. Let me print out a visitor's pass for you and I'll send you on your way." She said as she typed on the computer for a short amount of time. A pink slip came out of a small printer on the desk. She ripped it off, peeled off the back, and handed it to Andy.
Andy took it and stuck it to the front of his shirt. "Thank you." He said as he walked through the hallways, searching for Ashley's room.